“Damn, (y/n) I’m sorry” your best friend says as you show her the picture of Harry kissing a model named Georgia.
Your heart sinks at the sight of it, knowing that a year of your life was wasted on a guy who really doesn’t care about you. Staring at the picture you don’t know if you feel anger or devastation.
“Has he tried calling you?” she asks.
“Yeah a couple of times” You mutter not really wanting to discuss the endless text messages and voicemails from him that ask if you’re okay and that if you don’t reply soon he will fly here.
“Why the hell would he do this?”
Thinking were did you go wrong, you wonder has he done this to you before? The idea brings a stinging sensation into your chest. The idea of him loving someone else but you stings deeper then anything. The sound of the front door opening startles you and your Best friend.
“(Y/n) I know you are here!”
You hear his voice echo around the house. You look towards Your best friend who has eased off your bed so she is now standing. The door swings open to reveal a bit panicked Harry. His eyes dart to you then back to your friend.
“Can I talk to her?” he asks.
She looks back to you waiting for your reply. Should you talk to him and hear him out or should you leave him standing there? Without thinking you nod your head.
“Are you sure (y/n)?”
You nod again, hoping you made the right decision. As she leaves you to talk to Harry, she gives him a look before walking out if the door closing it behind her. You are stuck in a room with the guy you believed loved you.
“Why did you text me back or answer my calls?” he asks walking closer towards the bed you are seated on.
“Why did you kiss her?” you ask, trying to hold back the tears.
“What are you talking about?” he questions.
“Why did you kiss her Harry? Didn’t you think I would find out?”
You look up at him as he just stands there confused by your question. Is he really playing dumb? You ease off the bed and head over to where he is at. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and show Harry what you are talking about.
“It’s not what it looks like” he finally says.
“Well it looks like you kissing her” you snap.
“Okay it is what it looks like.”
Hearing him admit to it, you don’t know what to think or do at the moment.
“She came at me, it was a simple kiss, I promise” he mutters.
“I can’t deal with this” you whisper before backing away from him.
“(Y/n) please don’t say that, you are the one I want” he simply states as he steps closer to you.
“How do I know that? That’s what I thought Harry before I saw this picture now I don’t know what to think” you say as you walk back to the bed.
“How can I prove it to you?” he asks.
“I don’t know, I need time to think.”
“(Y/n), I love you and only you. I know I’ve made some dumb choices and decisions but seeing you now I realize you are the one for me” he says walking towards the bed and seating the opposite side from you.
You look up at him, his emerald eyes shine as he looks at you. The feeling you feel when he looks at you, and the way you feel complete as he holds you when you sleep. Those feelings of completeness can out shine anything, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to think straight with him hearing making you laugh, smile and those nights where you just stay in and watch old movies. Those are days you can never forget, and you really don’t want to for get them.
“Please say something” he begs.
You notice that he is right in front of you, the smell of his cologne is strong. You look up into his pleading green eyes.
“Harry, I love you” Is the only thing you can say before you lean forward connecting your lips to his.
He kisses you back, he pulls you onto his lap. Swiftly he pulls away, he looks confused by the gesture but relieved.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asks.
“We’re getting there” you say smiling at him before you crash your lips onto his.